Tonight the state of Georgia executed justice.
Which is not to say that the state of Georgia executed justice, but instead that the state of Georgia executed justice: Her Limbs strapped to gurney, palms open towards sky, veins open like sky as backdrop to strange fruit hanging from limbs, strapped to gurney. Does a body laid lifeless on gurney lay like a body laid lifeless on bloodied Burger King pavement. Body bound to pavement by bullets. There were no bullets tonight, but I imagine that for some, though unseen, there was that grand finale, a tap dance in autumn sky under bridge or pole or canopy. A lifeless body hangs like it lays. Lifeless. Tonight there is no life. There are just colors as canvas for tears that have no color.
